All Chapters of Missing Luna: She Is Mine: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JONAS’S POVBreathless and panting heavily, I bolted into my room, the door slamming shut behind me. My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage with the ferocity of a caged beast. The encounter with Asher had been dangerously close, too deadly to be dismissed lightly.I leaned against the cool wood, attempting to steady my breath and calm the storm raging within me. The memory of Asher’s strong and unyielding hands still lingered on my neck, serving as a reminder of my narrow escape from death’s door. I knew I had to think and devise a plan.As I paced the length of my room, my mind raced, each step a silent vow to disentangle myself from Lisa’s life. It was the only only path to escape Asher’s newfound wrath. The Bonnet brothers, those despicable traitors, had sealed my fate when they revealed the truth about Lisa’s identity. I should have put an end to it when I had the chance. However, now is not the time for regret. I need to devise a plan. Maybe it’s time to disappear, to allow

LISA POVThe moment Asher’s imposing figure vanished through the door, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. His presence, so close and overwhelming, felt like being submerged underwater, leaving me gasping for air.Aside from his flawless handsome face and piercing blue eyes, Asher was built like a Greek god. His rock-hard abs and ripped muscles were hard to ignore especially while he keep hovering around me like that.Pushing his tempting thoughts out of my mind, I begin to wonder about the destination of our impending journey. I know Asher is determined to help me regain my memory, which is why I can’t help but imagine what plans he has for me.Moving into the bathroom, I felt the cool tiles seep under my feet grounding me. The warm water from the shower washed over me, cleansing not just my body, but also awaking my senses. Once I had finished washing and showering, I wrapped myself up in the plush comfort of Asher’s towel. Stepping out, I felt renewed.I noticed

LISA’S POVAs the horse’s hooves clattered to a halt in the stable, I felt my lips part, ready to speak. But before the words could escape, Asher’s strong hands released their hold on me. He swung off the horse with a grace that left me in awe, then turned to assist me down.With my feet firmly planted on the ground, I tilted my head up to thank him, but the words got stuck in my throat. Asher stood there, his hair tousled by the wind, looking so handsome that it was almost painful. And when he swallowed a saliva, I can’t help but ache with needs.I found myself having to tear my gaze away from him forcefully, choosing instead to focus on the horses that had now become my perfect distraction.“Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “It’s nothing, Lisa,” he reassured me. I turned away, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as he led his horse towards its stall. The animal nuzzled his palm, seeking either comfor

LISA’S POVThe room was silent, save for the soft rustling of the curtains as a gentle breeze found its way through the slightly ajar window. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped tightly together, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me like a physical burden.The events of the afternoon replayed in my mind, each memory punctuated by the same, unshakable feeling: Asher knew. He knew the chaos he stirred within me, the way his presence stirred something deep and ancient in my soul.I could sense his gaze on me, even now, as if he were present in the room, observing, anticipating. It felt as if he expected me to accept his challenge, to adopt the identity he was so convinced was mine: Kiara, his missing mate.The notion that I should master archery in a mere day, to strike the bullseye with unerring accuracy, seemed ridiculous to me. Yet, it was a challenge he had set before me with unwavering confidence.His constant watch over me has become a source of frustration for

Lisa POV I gasped awake and found that I was lying in Asher’s room, comfortably tucked into his warm blanket. I also realized the gnawing pain that had threatened to tear me apart had now faded away. It was as if Asher’s touch, his unique scent that was a heady mix of pine and musk, had some magical healing properties. I looked around and found Asher beside me, his face was a picture of concern, his brows furrowed in worry as he hovered around me, his hands gentle as he placed a cool, wet towel on my forehead.His eyes, typically brimming with laughter, were now clouded with worry. Seeing that I had regained some strength, he asked in a hushed tone, “Hey, Lisa. Are you okay?” I nodded, propping myself up into a sitting position, comforted by his warm presence. Turning to him, I searched his eyes. “What happened back there?”Asher said nothing as he retrieved the towel and squeezed out the water and tried to place it back but I pushed away. “Aren’t you going to ask about the incide